Footsteps from upstairs interrupted Simon's thoughts, and he found himself standing by the window, soaking up the rays of sunlight that was trickling in. He jerked his head towards Falkor before his eyes fixed upon the faces from last night as they crowded in the room. His gaze moved to Fereda's worried expression, and he followed her eyes to the empty corner. He shuffled through last night's memories until he finally fastened upon the image of her bow. Of course, he thought. She's looking for it. However, he never recalled any figure entering the room last night, seeing that he had remained sleepless the whole time. He wondered if Fereda could have mistakenly misplaced it, or if Derizon, in fact, had taken it for safe keeping, but merely forgot it.
"Perhaps you replaced it," Simon suggested gently to the girl, watching her back. "Although if this bow was such a treasured possession, I doubt that would have happened." It wasn't the most reassuring comment he could make, but it was the best and most logical one he could possibly offer her. He straightened slightly, suddenly realizing he had been slightly hunching. "No one has entered this room last night, so I'm afraid I can't help you there."
